Chapter 22

Liam's POV

"Hey, Andre," I called lazily as I tried to keep my eyes open, "I can't seem to move my legs."

"My king," Andre whispered in a pained tone.

"Andre," I called again, "My insides are on fire."

I heard the sound of metals crashing on the floor and my ears rang from the noise. I turned my head as it was the only thing that didn't feel heavy.

Andre was on his knees staring at me with tears gathered in his eyes.

"Don't look at me like that," I scowled but ended up groaning in pain.

"I don't know what else to do," he whispered. "Your fever won't come down. You complain of body pains and even likened it to a tree falling on you. You've been throwing up for two days now, my King."

Everything he listed ridiculed the hours of pain I was going through. "You make it sound so easy," I muttered. Speaking took too much from me and it left me breathless.

"The healers don't know what to make of your strange illness and it worries me. It feels like an endless circle. What else should